"The Doc said he shot you for everything," Terry said as he steadied Sally Sue on her feet, his hand still grasping her breast, his fingers now closed on the rising nipple.
"Old bad joke – if I had as many sticking out of me as stuck in me, I'd look like a porcupine," she managed to say. "Oooh, I'm sweaty! Terry, I've got to clean up… and with all that dope in me, I'm afraid to be alone until it wears off. Would… would you stick around… and if you're not afraid of my pets, feed them? Everything's set out in the small fridge, labeled. Nothing for the snake, he only eats every two days. Could you?"
"Jeez, I forgot the hawk!" he said. "Sure."
The lean, tall boy hurried out to retrieve the hawk from his carrier in the back of the car, jubilant. Finally he was going to get close to Sally Sue Bennett, and she was vulnerable, loaded with medication. If she didn't come out of it too quick, she was going to get the fucking of her life! He lifted the cage from the trunk of the MG and freed the hawk, dodging as it flapped its way to the top of a nearby tree and glared malevolently at him. When he returned, he heard bath water running. He wanted to voyeuristically slip the door open and catch a glimpse of Sally Sue's completely naked body, but restrained himself. If he was lucky, he'd have more than just a look! He found the pet food and fed her zoo and waited long after the water stopped, the splashing ended and nothing was happening!
Sally Sue had intended to shower, but twice she stumbled and decided that a tub bath would be wise, and probably more relaxing. She ran cool water and carefully eased herself into it, slowly soaping the smooth curves of her slender, high-breasted body. It was a strange interval. Her mind was sharp, but her body movements so languorous. Every one of her millions of nerve ends seemed to be charged with static electricity. Her soap-slick fingers slid over the soft lips of her pussy and she thought she would jump out of the tub!
Wryly she thought whatever that first aid Doc had given her he should bottle the combination, market it and be a millionaire in a year! As she lay back in the rippling water, she thought of the young boy who had been kind enough to take care of her when she couldn't care for herself, and how it would be to make love with such a handsome, considerate youngster.
Degenerate! she murmured, condemning herself for even thinking of such a thing with a teenager half as old as herself.
Resolutely she rinsed and crawled from the sunken tub and furiously toweled herself dry. She looked for something to wear. Her dress and panties were heady with the smell of her body and already shoved into the laundry hamper, and there was nothing else at hand but a terrycloth beach robe. Trembling, she pulled it over her starkly naked body, belting it, and then quickly slipped into her bedroom, thinking to find something modest, like jeans and a loose old shirt.
The dizziness hit her as she was rummaging in the closet, and Sally Sue barely had time to turn and fall across her bed before slipping into a twilight faint.
When she recovered, she discovered with scarlet-faced shame that unconsciously her hands had pulled her robe open. One squeezed her left breast, and the other was slowly, sensuously investigating the soft warmth of her cunt as she lay with legs lewdly stretched wide open. Still not fully aware, she shoved a finger into her seething pussy and twirled it, seeing herself obscenely reflected in the mirror.
She groaned and then screamed softly as the narcotic-induced reaction began to happen. Like a storm at sea, her orgasm began to surge deep in her loins and she cried out, "Eeeeeeeyyyasss!!!"
And suddenly young Terry was rushing through the door, his face showing fear and concern for her. Sally Sue froze as if she'd been caught by the shutter of a camera, still groaning softly, shame flooding her.
"Oh, WOW!" the boy said.
Before she could react and pull her dripping fingers from her steaming cunt, with the agility of a snake he stripped off his clothes, seemingly in one smooth motion. His heavy young cock, throbbing with adolescent desire, jerked as its thick veins pulsed with blood. His balls swung heavy in their sac at its base and the youngster's eyes were ravenous as he dropped onto the bed beside the lovely raven-haired divorcee and grasped her in his arms.
"Ooooohhhh… Terry! Nooooo!!!" Sally Sue tried to protest, but her body was betraying her and she was holding him close and searching for his mouth with her own, her tiny pink tongue flickering even as she felt his hand move over her smooth quaking belly to fasten on her trembling breast. And she knew her long, sleek legs were opening to his other hand as weakly she managed to protest, "We shouldn't!"
He wordlessly rolled her onto her back and, crouching between her wantonly clutching legs, began to lave the upstanding tiny buds of her tingling nipples, sucking and nibbling, while Sally Sue could only moan with mounting desire.
She had never been as aroused as this…NEVER!!!
Weakly she tried to fight her burning carnal desire but knew the battle had been lost before it began. This was all wrong! What she had done with Stan Oakes was bad enough, but at least he was an adult, not a child! But, she knew, feeling the long, hot rigidity of Terry's male flesh rubbing her belly, searching for her loins, this was no child either! In years he might be, but not physically. Sally Sue had never been so hot in her life! He could do anything he wanted with her – as long as he wanted! Just so long as he filled her desire-flooded pussy.
"Terrry… oh… God! Terry!!!" she gasped.
For his mouth had left her wildly tingling breast just as his lingual contact was about to make her cum furiously, and his tongue was slashing like a wet sword down her nakedly heaving body as his broad shoulders pressed her straining legs wide open, exposing the glistening pink lips of her pussy. Raising her head, Sally Sue saw and felt his fingers spreading her tender, hair-lined cuntal slit… and then his tanned young face disappeared between her thighs and she felt his tongue licking at her vagina.
Delicate as the wings of a butterfly, his tongue fluttered up and down her pulsing pussy mouth, and she thought of a hovering hummingbird as the wet, hot tip blurred over and around her aroused clitoris just before his saliva-slick lips closed over her tiny nerve button and began to suck. At the same moment, she felt his fingers delve into the soft sweaty crease of her widely stretched ass-cheeks, and begin teasing her sensitive anus!
This was the unspeakable thing Stan Oakes had tried to do… and then it had been revolting to Sally Sue.
Now, it was the most wantonly desirable thing that had ever happened to her. With wide violet eyes she watched the young boy's head bobbing up and down at her feverishly throbbing pussy, felt his tongue swirl like a snake into the heated depths of her cuntal passage and saw her softly furred mound drawn up inside his voraciously sucking mouth.
The liquid sounds of oral sex filled the room. Sally Sue completely abandoned what she had been before. With a fury, she locked her thrashing legs over his shoulders, imprisoning his young face and even raised up, offering herself in shameless invitation, as Terry's slithering tongue plunged downward between her undulating ass-cheeks and began to lave the tight little ring of her anus, finally thrusting deep inside!
"Ummmmmmmm!!!" she moaned, grinding lewdly against his searching mouth, and almost crying out in disappointment when his tongue shifted back up to her wetly flowering pussy again. With his mouth glued to her electrified clitoris, Terry slipped first one, then two, and finally three fingers deep into her quivering cuntal passage and began to finger fuck her tender flesh. For a moment Sally Sue's body went rigid and then began to buck uncontrollably as she screamed at the top of her lungs, "My God! I'm CUMMMIIIINNNGGG!!!"